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It was only because he was a werewolf that he was able to do his job on what little sleep he had gotten. He was considering telling Stiles to shove whatever mission Stiles was going to set them on tonight where the sun don't shine when he opened their front door to see Stiles dressed and ready to go. Derek's shoulders sagged in exhausting.

"Stiles can we do this tomorrow? I don't even have work tomorrow."

"They're witches." he said stubbornly, Derek knew that Stiles had a thing about witches, a real deep hatred of them and he knew where it stemmed from and usually he was up anytime for it, but not at the moment.

"And they'll still be witches tomorrow." Derek said back tiredly. Stiles eyes narrowed slightly at him, showing him how unfunny Stiles found his comment.

"Don't make me bite you." Derek threatened, it wouldn't turn him into a werewolf since he wasn't an alpha and hadn't been in years, but it hopefully would at least get Stiles to back off. Stiles glared at him but sat down. Derek's eyes focused momentarily on Stiles's scar again before flickering his gaze away before Stiles saw him.

"Why do you keep looking at my scar." Stiles asked his voice heavy with annoyance.

"It's just a very unique scar" Derek said then saw that Stiles still supporting an annoyed look "Look, this is going to sound crazy but someone with a scar just like yours, saved me when I was a teenager when Kate burned down my house."

"I was a kid back then and I didn't get this wound till six weeks ago." Stiles said like he was talking to an idiot. Derek growled at him, he had more patience then he used, but still he didn't like to be talked to like he was stupid.

"I know that." he growled again showing his werwolf blue eyes. "It's just... I swear the guys scar was just like that and I find it strange that with such a strange scar that more then one person would have it."

"Oh." Stiles said. "Yeah that is a little weird." Derek rolled his eyes and went to his room., shaking his head.

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The next morning he woke up to the smell of...it took a few moments to place exactly what the smell was but he did it was churros. Derek dragged himself from the warm confines of his bed and made his way into the kitchen where he found both the counters and floors were clean... and churros. Derek founding himself thinking that he should postpone things more often. Stiles however made him change his mind. His eyes looked tired, even more than usual like he hadn't got much sleep at all the past night. He had a feeling that Stiles couldn't sleep until after he did what he did. He shook his head and bit into a churro savoring the taste of cinnamon and sugar. Stiles sat down across from him and waited very impatiently for him to be done. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Give me a few minutes to eat and we'll go after your witches." he didn't even know what the witches had done to put them in Stiles's list. He used to know, but after years he had stopped asking and just trusted that Stiles would only target those who were killing other people. He wasn't entirely sure he should trust Stiles, but he just didn't want to know. He ate a few more bites of the churros and purposely chewed slowly since he wasn't all that anxious to go out that morning, but he knew that eventually they would be leaving. Another few slow bites and he was out of churro, which meant that it was time for them to go. He used a napkin to clean off his hands but then found no other way to put it off any longer and stood up and made his way out the door.

Derek surprised himself by asking for the first time in ages.

"So what did they do?" Stiles looked at him surprised, and Derek wondered when the last time he had seen him looked surprised was. However, it only lasted for a moment before it faded away, making him slightly question if it had ever really been there to begin with.

"Sacrificed two virgins on the last full moon for a spell." Derek nodding and remembered suddenly why he had stopped asking.

"We're not giving them a choice." Stiles said." Derek nodded understanding, whenever they killed children, mercy was off the table. He looked again at the directions that Stiles had printed out for him and took a left turn when he supposed to. A few minutes later he came to a stop at a normal looking house, it didn't bother him, most people they took down lived in normal looking house. Rarely did they live in a cave, or swamps, or anything that looked like a lair.

The house was brown and there was nothing about it on the surface that made it look any more out of place then any other house on the street. It had a small porch and a brown old wooden fence that surrounded the house. The house had some small chips and cracks in it, but still the yard was clean and well cut and nothing screamed witches.

They scanned the house for a moment before they both as one stepped out of the car silently Stiles kept the hinges of the car well oiled specifically for this reason. The two of them looked around the house a little bit more before Stiles pointed towards the house and then to himself and pointed at Derek and then gestured at him to go around the back.

Derek nodded, he made his way over the fence and easily hopped it. The backyard was no less normal looking then the front yard had been. Although it was obvious that no kids lived there or they were real neat freaks, since there was no swing set and no toys strewn around on the ground or anywhere outside. There were some subtle signs on magic though, ones that unless you knew what they were you would never be able to see. Symbols and sigils painted in nearly the same color on supports and brown window shutters.

Derek shivered, he hated witches too, not as much as Stiles did but he still hated them. Derek bent down before entering the house and took his six inch knife with a wickedly sharp blade out of the sheath in his boot. Most of the time he used his strength or claws, but occasionally he used the knife. Having the knife had saved him enough times that he didn't go into situations like this without some sort of backup weapon, usually the knife in his hand.

He carefully and quietly made his way to the backdoor. The door was a set of double wooden doors with separate glass panels, however the glass was covered in some sort of purple fabric from the other side, probably a curtain. His hand came to rest of the doorknob and then he tried to open the door only to find it locked. Which didn't really prove to be a problem, not with his werewolf strength.

He heard the distinct sound of splintering wood from the other side of the house and knew that Stiles was already in the house. He brought back his leg as well and heard a similar splintering sound as the door in front of him was no longer in front of him but below him. He used his werewolf speed to move into the house, he looked around the room and saw it to be a kitchen with no one in sight. He quickly moved onto the next room which was behind a closed door, which was a bedroom. Then another bedroom and then he heard something, he stopped checking rooms and just followed the sound that he had heard. He came into the room that he was sure that the sound had come from, and found

a sight that made him stop.

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